Summary: The playful banter between you and Maxwell is turned into something more after his match with Brody when a cut and blood is revealed.
A/N: First Max fic in years. Hope You Enjoy!
Everyone backstage knew of you and Maxwell’s playful relationship.
It started off with pure jealousy from Max when you were voted as the AEW Woman of the Year, competing with Max as he was representing the Men’s.
Fans loved to instigate it more on social media, making TK turn the whole rivalry into small segments or keep it up during meet & greets.
It was a massive hit, but after the little moments ended, you both still found yourself making snide comments at one another. Whether it was online or standing next to him in the catering room, it never stopped, and today was no different.
As soon as you woke up and allowed your eyes to adjust to the world, you hopped on X and made a tweet.
Ladies and gentleman, please enjoy the last entrance @The_ONLY_MJF will EVER have with his belt after @KingXBrody wins it tonight 😉
Then there was only 4 hours before the show and you were tweeting once more.
Good luck @The_ONLY_MJF, you’re gonna need it tonight! 😘
Of course he responded to both tweets with an insult, but you hearted it, adding insult to injury.
Fans ate it up like always, getting more interested in the match and dying to see the outcome. Who would have the bragging rights!
You arrived backstage with 15 minutes to spare to help some girls get ready before Max’s match. When it hit the 5 minute mark, you quickly made way to the gorilla where he stood.
He looked deep in thought, staring down at his boots while mumbling something to himself. When he finally looked up and caught your eyes, you saw his expression change. What was once stress was now smug, his signature smirk coming to his lips.
It was crazy to see how fast you could get a reaction out of him with just your appearance.
“You’re looking at the future retaining Champ.” He spoke with confidence in his voice. You rolled your eyes while crossing your arms over your chest. “Yeah, right!” You chuckled.
You two continued to stare at each other, almost as if you were trying to remember every single detail of this moment.
It was such an important match for Max, not only to prove to the fans why he was the champion, but to also prove it to you, which added onto the pressure.
The sound of his music playing broke the staring contest.
“Well, good luck,” you wished with a cheery tone. You didn’t get a verbal answer, but you did get one from his middle finger as it extended up.
You couldn’t help the laugh that passed your lips as he walked through the curtains, the cheers almost blowing your ear drums.
The match was a 5 star classic, Brody really showing why he was put in the position to fight the champion and Max showing why he was one.
It ended with a Heat Seeker from Max before pinning the tattooed man for the 3 count.
It didn’t sound too crazy, but when Brody hit Max with a steel chair and blood started to leak from his forehead, you did grow a little worried.
By the time he was backstage, the blood was dripping past his eye and down his cheek.
You watched from the background as TK and other people stood by him to take pictures, the blood making you feel more uneasy.
Once he finally made it past everyone, he was ready to rub the retainment in your face, but then he saw your concerned expression.
“Follow me,” he whispered as he passed you. You shamelessly did, following him until you reached his locker room.
“You’re bleeding.” Was the first thing you said.
“It’s just a scratch.” He carelessly dismissed it as if he wasn’t bleeding from his forehead.
Your worried expression didn't falter, a scoff coming from him. “Seriously, it’s not that deep. Don’t tell me you're getting all soft on me now.” He teased, but stopped when he saw you weren’t laughing.
“Fine,” he groaned out. “You can patch me up, or whatever, if it makes you feel better.”
It in fact did as you pushed him towards the bathroom and sat on the counter. He grumpily stood in between your legs, mumbling about “how stupid this was” and “how he didn’t need to be patched.”
“Oh hush, we both know damn well you don’t want an infection for not cleaning and covering this nasty cut.”
He relaxed in your touch, despite the occasional stings from hydrogen peroxide and rubbing at the injured spot. It was the most calm he’s felt since yesterday.
You pulled away, admiring your work. “I don’t think you’ll need stitches, just a band-aid.” You grabbed one and placed it directly on the cut.
“And done! Don’t you feel so much better?”
His face scrunched up at your question. “No, it still stings. You’re a bad nur—”
Without thinking, you leaned forward and gently kissed the bandage. “How about now?” You whispered.
Instead of a cocky looking Max you saw an embarrassed one, his face deepening into a shade of pink. Yours soon matched once you noticed what you had done.
You opened your mouth to explain yourself, but a knock on the door stopped you.
“MJF, it’s Renee! I just need to interview you real quick if you don’t mind!”
